Passing Thoughts Of A Witless Biscuit

Passing Thoughts Of A Witless Biscuit
A-haaaa, now I get it. Okay, to buisness. Yes, the christmas market in Lincoln is a fine and highly compressed thing, with many thousands of people milling a round like so much people based soup. Far too many in fact, and I think it would do people good to pay attentionto the national mottoe of my country and FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP BREEDING! This may be seen as unreasonable in some people's eyes, but I still maintain we need a few less people.
I just scribbled some things, which look rather cool. I think what I really want to do is scan them and make them available. Now how the hell do I do that?
Some sort of scanner would be in order methinks. Time to go on the rob/beg/borrow/etc. Aside from that, the day has brought a Terry's chocolate orange, which has since been devoured. Now, not wishing to be a psycho but did they always only have the cunning moulded print imitating the inside of an orange on one side on each orange segent or have they downscaled it recently? I think we should be told.
And for the sake of anything, I urge people to start their own country. I did. I feel good about it.

chew on that, scalp-freshers.